my pen hits the paper, Plains of writen speeches..
im teachin how to rid, of all of lifes bloody leeches..
were preaching what we do,or sometimes never practice..
Why is it people always go for what is now attractive..
this lactic patch of power,we see from home leaders..
readers learn to see between the filds of thought eaters..
believers lose faith, in what they pray for each day..
they gave their lifes to fake gods, what more can i say..
i may leave this shit behind, hide beside my minds pictures..
thoughts are painted down, i shape words that form scriptures..
ecplipes my own oppinions,gather heads to make it known..
theres good enough hip hop growing here, where i call home..
This art has paved ways to help lives being saved..
but still these rap haters want to see it all graved..
im amazed how this culture,became indipendant..
cut the links from our decendents,we became more tremendous..
Instead of holding Glocks,cutin the clocks time short..
Ask yourself why your girlfriend had your daughter aborted..
you courted with death, she felt a little cheated..
its the way that we live,as deprived young street kids..
Polution clouds my thought,my very sore cranium..
lose control cuz im insane, wantin to live my life painless..
hip hop shop painters,graph pictures of our lives..
they spray the way we try,stay honest without lies..
my cries were never heard, this left me feeling hurt..
it burns away my soul to think im lost in this world..
let time unfold what could behold the truth in my life..
admit the things i feel today, hip hop my wife..
**Ask yourself this, is every life bliss
do we all live to to fight, fight for life for one kiss
never lie to see what happens, death may be among us
i live my life poor,happy till the devil hung us
Ask yourself this, is every life bliss
do we all live to to fight, fight for life for one kiss
never lie to see what happens, death is amongst me
i live my life poor,happy till the devil hangs me**
Civilians raging war,were sore from poor living..
we grow up in a society that dont believe in giving..
does your god forgive you,turnin backs on the poor..
instead of offering hot meals you brush off from your doors..
my eyes see gore gallore, theres not good in our streets..
these scenes brush away the clean concrete from my feet..
decreas the size of your arsenal,we lose too many healthy..
increas your care division ask the help of the wealthy..
im helpless with no thought,but still i have oppinions..
i see people wasting lives bouncing away to fake religeons..
my thoughts are in zaire, and many other third world countries..
where their govormental leaders let them fall like humpty dumpty..
we all live kinda diffirent,but instincts are the same..
if we live bad in a region, its the parliment we blame..
day by day we all make promises change our crooked ways..
but aslong as i try ill let my love for rap stay..
theres way too many influence corupting infant minds..
thats worse than any bullet,songs distinctivly designed..
let me find a resolution,let me try to make a diffrence..
cuz i see change coming my way,and i see it in the disstance..
**Ask yourself this, is every life bliss
do we all live to to fight, fight for life for one kiss
never lie to see what happens, death may be among us
i live my life poor,happy till the devil hung us
Ask yourself this, is every life bliss
do we all live to to fight, fight for life for one kiss
never lie to see what happens, death is amongst me
i live my life poor,happy till the devil hangs me
Ask yourself this, is every life bliss
do we all live to to fight, fight for life for one kiss
never lie to see what happens, death may be among us
i live my life poor,happy till the devil hung us
Ask yourself this, is every life bliss
do we all live to to fight, fight for life for one kiss
never lie to see what happens, death is amongst me
i live my life poor,happy till the devil hangs me**